seventy-two

It has been seventy-two hours since the snow felland we are in the process of thawing out.

“I am not certain. But it is quite likely you are a backup. I would put the odds at approximately seventy-two point five percent.”

The sound of my nickname feels like seventy-two jillion vampire bats screeching right into my ear.

“I don’t know. Except he’s been missing now for seventy-two hours, and it’ll start to look funny if we don’t act worried pretty soon.”

FBI director J. Edgar Hoover assigned seventy-two FBI agents to investigate the suspects Elizabeth had identified.